Fix me

Got to be more like trees

I was not intentionally gone. I was here looking at the screen every day for the past 10 days.
I was searching for my thoughts and my words. I thought I had lost them all. A crystalline sadness had enclosed them, like those iced fruit we have for Christmas decorations.
I became awful, awful to be around. Nobody else’s fault but mine. An unexpected critical error in my system that affects stability, an inherent vulnerability.
I became physically sick, out of spite. I suffered from stomach cramps; I broke out in spots, had headaches that lasted for 24 hours and slept all day. And that was the easy part. I despise me for this.
I have to fix it. I mean me. Look at how many "I"s I typed. That must be the problem.

Song of the era: "Majesty" by Madrugada

P.S Those of you who sent invitations to your blogs, please send them again. Blogger tells me I am not who I say I am and Blogger might be right, but I want those invitations dammit!

P.S Spring is good, everything is green and all that. And no spots anymore.